Street'n

Byen er en konstant men umådelig langsom krig
som blusser op, og dæmper sig igen
mellem de,
som fyrer graffitti, junk, punk, crap, cash, trash, n' cigarettes
og dem
 der prøver at holde byen sober, ren, ordentlig... såkaldt anstændig
OG DEM
som midt i mellem
hastigt og febrilskt

egentlig bare prøver at indfinde sig hverdagen

    

Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.
-Octavio Paz
 

Proven Love ?

Pigensiger: ''Jeg elsker dig''. drengen siger: ''Hvor højt?''. Pigen siger:''Mere end mit eget liv''. drengen siger: ''Jamen så har du ikke mødtmin ven, han er flottere end mig og står lige bag dig''. Pigen kigger tilbage og siger: ''Der er jo ikke nogen?''. Drengen siger: ''Hvis du virkelig elskede mig så ville du ikke ha' kigget tilbage.

"A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motor cycle.
Girl: Slow down, were going too fast. I'm scared!
Boy: Come on, I know what I'm doing. You're having fun right?
Girl: NO. Please stop. I'm really scared!!!
Boy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down!
Boy: Give me a hug.
-girls hugs him-
Boy: Take my helmet off and put it on yourself. It's bugging me.


In the paper the next day:
"A motorcycle has crashed into a building due to break failure. Two people found, only one survived."


The Truth:
Halfway down the road the boy found out the brakes were broken. He didn't want to worry the girl by telling her this so he didn't tell her. He knew there be a chance that they would die. So he thought maybe if he gave her the helmet she would have a chance of living and making it out. So he made her hug him , kiss him, and tell him she loved him one last time because he knew there would be a slight chance she could make it and he took that chance to save her. He knew he loved her enough to sacrifice his life and he did it just for her."


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Disse  tekster har jeg fundet florerende på nettet.
Jeg har det ambivalent med dem.

Hej, jeg er Magnus.
Da jeg var 14 lærte jeg gennem TV
At man skal skære på langs
og ikke på tværs
af pulsåren

Magisk Nattegn

jeg kører ned langs reolerne med mit scannende blik indtil jeg finder en bog af kaliber;
Klaus Rifbjerg, den laban.

"Jeg lagde uniformskasketten i buret
og gik ud med fuglen på hovedet
Hov der
Hilser man ikke
Spurgte kommandanten?
Nej
Man hilser ikke
Svarede fuglen
Nå godt
Undskyld jeg troede man hilste
Svarede kommandanten
I er alle undskyldt enhver kan tage fejl
Sagde fuglen"

Jeg kan godt lide dette digt. Handlingen er jo ikke den store, men strukturen er genial

Morfinen, Narkosen og den kolde saftevand

Smerten, smerten, smerten, smerten, smerten, smerten, smerten, stikket, kulden, strømmende i armen, kollasionen, indvirkningen, lammelsen, lindringen, sløvheden, velværen, himmelskheden, trangen

angsten, pulsen på 104 bpm, ledningerne, sprøjten, skuddet, strømmen, kulden i blodåren,  bevidstheden, afmagten, eftergivenheden, summen i baghovedet, mørket

opvågningen, saftevandet med isterningerne, løftet af skælvende hænder, hævet til munden, slubrende, uænsende, fylder den sukkerrige saft min krop med energi, og klarer hovedet med ét.

unspecified chaos

"If my mental processes are determined wholly by the motions of atoms in my brain, I have no reason to suppose that my beliefs are true ... and hence I have no reason for supposing my brain to be composed of atoms." —J.B.S. Haldane Possible Worlds, page 209


So-called values.
dysfunctional values and fuckheads.
its fucked up.
wrong.
Whats even right anymore.

noise ,
static abstractionism
Kosmos
Brains that creates unique conceptions of the world ..
Everything is abstract'

naturalism is bleeding
. A soul is a mere reflection
the human is
the silent black bird
the black bird stares
frightens
It stares

"In particular, nothing proves that an entity (e.g. a computer or robot) which would perfectly mimic human beings, and especially perfectly mimic expressions of feelings (like joy, fear, anger, ...), would not indeed experience them, thus having similar states of consciousness to what a real human would have."

Everything is TWISTED
insubjective stupidity
narrow-mindedness
What isn't chaotic
what is order
who isn't fucked up?
im scared

All the pollution of minds
Unspottable psychopaths
confident conceptions
everything blends

The pleasure center was discovered in the 1950s by two brain researchers named James Olds, and Peter Milner who were investigating whether rats might be made uncomfortable by electrical stimulation of certain areas of their brain, particularly the limbic system.

In the experiment, an electrical current was given to rats if they entered a certain corner of a cage, with the theory that they would stay away from that corner if the effect was uncomfortable.

Instead, they came back quickly after the first stimulation and even more quickly after the second. In later experiments, they allowed the rats to press the stimulation lever themselves, to the effect that they would press it as much as seven-hundred times per hour. This region soon came to be known as the “pleasure center”.

Rats in Skinner boxes with metal electrodes implanted into their nucleus accumbens will repeatedly press a lever which activates this region, and will do so in preference over food and water, eventually dying from exhaustion....eventually dying from exhaustion.

black and white web
white and black
white and red
bipolar oppositions
radicals
everything turns grey
and unperceivable
Everywhere.
The streets, the terms
the personalities
everything cognitive.
My mind is greyish
and thoughts are futile.


THERE IS NO COHESION; THERE IS NO COHESION; THERE IS NO CWESGSDF


"If minds are wholly dependent on brains, and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees." —C.S.Lewis, The Weight of Glory, page 139

Wolf drawn

Yet another blogging after the time i ought to go to bed. i'd wish you had to go to school a few hours later each day. that would fit my dayrhytm

Anyways, today i had a strange music experience.
Ii thought of an artist, of whom i have some tracks on my lap, and suddenly a tune started playing in my head, which was very addictive. I could associate the tune to the artist i thought of - Emancipator - but not which song it was. The song sounded so soothing and nice in my head that i had to find it again, even though i didn't really know it. after 5 minutes of listening my 15 tracks of emancipator through, i still hadn't found it. Even though i had listened to different songs, the tune was still stuck on my mind.
i quickly looked him up on grooveshark, and found the song shortly after. the name as you might have guessed was  

Wolf Drawn


Enjoy! (preferably, hear it in 480p)

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